It was just a normal old day. A day where children were still playing, everyone was open, no secrets to be exposed, no harm was upon us. I was sitting on the branch of the tree I once sat ten years ago. I loved everyone and I loved life. I had my best friends with me and there weren't any conflicts. The Cogs' behavior has changed, though. No longer were they roaming the streets, nor were they protecting their bases. There was no VP, CFO, CJ, nor CEO. They were no longer in their home.
No one raised their suspicions, though, but Flippy and the Resistance Rangers. The rangers went to scout the perimeter of Toontown, looking for anything strange and unusual, besides the lack of Cogs. Flippy stayed back in Toontown Central, monitoring the concealed cameras hidden in the Resistance Rangers' Pockets.
But one fateful day, the Cogs shot us down. They captured the Resistance Rangers, leaving us vulnerable to any impending invasions. All of a sudden, someone screamed.
"Cogs!" I looked up. There were at least a thousand figures up in the sky. Cold Callers, Robber Barons, you name them! Everyone rushed to Goofy's Gag Shop but me, because I knew this was coming ever since they stopped showing up. It's on every TV show with the conflict producing robots. I pulled out two pies, one in each hand and jumped.
The invasion succeeded, capturing almost every Toon and turning them into lifeless, boring clump of metal. Toons their selves have been becoming more serious, but their seriousness has been flickering. One minute they're fun and nice, and the next minute they're back into business. They have been telling me that I have changed a lot, saying that I'm no longer the nice one, the careless one, the Tas I used to be.
Let's just say that I have better things to attend to than their lame parties.